苏韵恨恨的瞪他一眼，走向厨房。                                                                                蒋慕承则转身去了楼上。                                                                                苏韵不自觉又回头盯着他的背影望了几下，光是背影，都让人情不自禁。谁能想到，这个男人有天会是她的。                                                                                正当她看的入神时，忽的蒋慕承回头。                                                                                苏韵一怔，都没来得及收回贪婪的眼神。                                                                                蒋慕承一本正经道：“我不穿衣服时，应该比现在好看。”                                                                                轰的一下，苏韵全身的血液都涌入大脑，全身如同火烧，她发誓，方才她只是在欣赏他，绝对没有y.y他。                                                                                苏韵平复好激动的情绪后，开始煮粥，蒋慕承一直在楼上忙，也不知道在忙什么。                                                                                租房子时，林樾就叮嘱过她，楼上的房间别进去，特别是书房。她每次过来也都是在楼下，不知道楼上又是什么景象，应该是蒋慕承的私人空间。                                                                                一个小时后，粥煮好。蒋慕承说陶然早饭没吃，没什么胃口，中午饭也只喝了点汤，她又给陶然炒了两个清淡的素菜。                                                                                蒋慕承从楼上下来，苏韵正把菜装到保温盒里。                                                                                他盯着她看了片刻：“还会做菜？”                                                                                “恩，初中时就会了，厨艺不精，只能凑活着吃。”